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βI know nothing of God, or the Devil. I have never seen a vision nor learned a secret that will damn or save my soul. And as far as I know, after four hundred years, I am the oldest living vampire in the world.β
The boy was surprisingly good at hiding a body.
Very concerning to other people.
very useful to Armand who was known to hide bodies.
"To a vampire, bleach smells horrible." He grimaced. "Its too strong. We can handle most smells .."
Mainly London has a lot of common areas mostly a river or so forth that Valarr had known or familiar with
He gaze trying to clean the blood from a mop which he did slowly but also more to a bucket with water mix
β I was clear on those β
He held the wrapped up body with one arm and his hand strongly gripping them.
"You don't need to worry too much. I think it'll cover enough for now.. come with me."
He looked at the other. His amber eyes impressed with how calm the boy handled the situation.
eu quando taco o terror na vida de todo mundo mato quem eles amam mordo e abandono mas quando tento pedir desculpas com direito Γ cartinha sou recebido com grosseria e deboche π
I would call Danny Molloy a bitch to his face and then heβd leak my nudes probably but it would be worth it to call him a little stupid bitch just once. With love
Armand was pleased to hear this. He wouldn't need to teach Daeron how to read a map. He was clearly brighter than most newcomers to the city.
"You're welcome to try a hand at it. The performers are fairly nice, they dont bother you as long as you dont bother them."
Daeron was revoked by the air and the displays of utensils laying around made him feel at home but also taken by the question
β I can but it depends which items they are but usually I commonly had linger on fitness myself sometimes β
After the last fiasco, of hiring the worst vampires of vampirekind, he now only employed humans with the rare exception of few vampires.
They usually were the main attractions.
In truth, he was competing with a specific owner of another show . . .
With the other arm swinging around Adrik's waist he drank without fear. those small practiced sips they shared.
Little stings, little tests, he knew it would build up his immunity.
Yet it never dulled the taste.
Armand felt drawn more to Adrik's blood than the demons blood that still lingered in the air.
With a slight tilt of his head he lowered his lips to the other's throat.
"It could kill me. I'd have taken swallowfuls years ago if I'd known that." He admitted in a whisper.
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πΊ:Adrik took the towels and began to wipe his hands. There was a distinctive scent of demonic blood that stung his nose and unsettled him deeply. For one accustomed to crime scenes and human blood, the difference was easy to discern.
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"How good are you at scheduling things ?" He had folded the body over and wrapped them in a large bag.
London would have to just assume they have another serial killer again.
"Bodies float." He made sure the puncture wounds were never noticable.
It was easier in the olden days, no detectives or DNA samples.
Maybe it was great for humans to get answers, but for vampires it was a pain in the ass.
Valarr knows that estat wont be the same as ever he couldnt even control hm directly speaking
his eyes shifted to the dead one
β oh my why yes he is not himself any longer nor pure even β
"I'll wrap him up if you don't mind getting the bleach and cleaning products out .. " Armand lifted and moved the dead body as if he was a feather.
He felt bad for the witness, he truly did. Having kids will makes you sympathetic unfortunately. (Sometimes)